Page 111 of Sky’s Edge

Well, my side was.

Tanyn was totally comfortable and feeling chatty.

Yes, the tax bill had been voted down.

Yes, the castle had made a statement of support for the protest march and had offered an official and exhaustive list of the companies to boycott so their pockets might not be as deep, and their campaign contributions would have to be rethought because their patrons weren’t at all happy.

I did not share I thought this was mega.

But I thought it was.

Onward from that…

No, they hadn’t found Tatra.

News, what they had found was that two Red Watch agents had been given that controlling drug, unbeknownst to them. Since Tatra’s disappearance, it had worn off, not completely, but enough for them to make some hazy reports. And they were mortified to report that a variety of beings had visited Hectic Castle. Known associates of Arnaud’s who had disappeared after he’d been deposed.

And this meant she was up to something.

They hadn’t been privy to what was discussed.

But she was still up to something.

Onward from that, the witch who created the potion had also created an antidote that you could take not only to reverse the effects of the drug, but as a safeguard that would counteract it if you took it. This had been administered to the Red Watch agents, and they were able to confirm their hazy reports.

Also, the charges against Tatra were multiplying, because it was super-illegal to drug someone against their will.

The antidote had been ordered in vast quantities, so those who were hunting Tatra, and those who might be targeted by her (including Tanyn and me) would be ready should she find some way to slip it to us.

Dinner consumed. Cannoli (Tanyn ate one of mine, grr) consumed.

And it was then, Tanyn started kissing me, and I hated to admit it, but I didn’t hesitate to respond to his kiss.

And now we were here.

He pulled out (still hard, how could that happen?), dropped to his back, and immediately ordered, “Roll here.”

“You roll into me,” I returned.

He did not roll into me.

He shoved an arm under me and rolled me into him.

Whatever.

“I hope you have a good cleaning service,” he said to the ceiling.

I had my head on his shoulder, but I lifted it to look at him when he said that.

“Why?”

He was grinning.

Again, deliver me.

Because oh-so-crazily, I was oh-so falling in love with him.

And I knew this because I was already totally in love with that grin.